Page 43 of Things We Do for Love and Science
“Ice?” He looked at her over his shoulder.
She started. “Oh, yes, please.”
Two ice-cubes clinked into the glass, followed by the glugging of liquid being poured.
“There you go.” He handed her the misted-up glass, and a jolt went through her when his fingers touched hers.
“So, Gabriel, last chance to change your mind. Are you still comfortable and happy with being my sperm donor?” Much as she had her heart set on their plan, she didn’t want to coerce him. They both needed to be all in for this to work.
“And co-parent, yes of course.” He drew a chair next to hers and sat.
“Excellent.” Her voice was husky, and she took a hasty sip of her cold drink. “Is it...uh...all ready?”
“Yes,” he grinned, “stored in the fridge on its own special shelf.”
Laughter erupted between them.
“Goodness me, we’re such professionals.” She wiped tears from her eyes. “You should see the set up in my bathroom.”
“I would imagine a large syringe, minus the needle of course.”
“Yes, a very large syringe. And a sterile covering for the working surface in case I accidentally spill some of your precious contribution.” She took a large gulp of lemonade and was happy to hide behind her glass for a moment.
He shifted in his seat. “I know this sounds silly, but would you mind sending me a message once...”
She shook with mirth. “Once your sperm is on its way, you mean.”
“Yes.”
“No bother.” She stood. “I better go.”
“Sure.” He went to the fridge once more and produced the much-discussed plastic jar.
She quickly took it from him, and after a hasty goodbye, made her way home.
Chapter Thirteen
